When London Sleeps — page 12: what you’re looking at

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WHILE LONDON SLEEPS. CHAPTER I. THE WHITE QUEEN OF THE SLACK WIRE. Amid the crash of music and glare of lights, en- - ters the leading lady of the show. As to her beauty, there could scarcely be any diver- sity of opinion. From the crown of her well-shaped, rather haughtily poised head to the sole of her dainty foot, Queenie Carruthers, or, as she was better known, ‘“‘The White Queen of the Slack Wire,” was a tarely lovely girl. Masses of golden hair grew low in soft waves over a broad forehead, while from beneath delicately marked brows looked out a pair of dark blue eyes that had in them all the innocence and candor of a child, and yet beamed with more than ordinary intelligence. The contour of her face was oval, and about her sweet mouth lingered that expression of spirituality which the old painters have given to the Madonna. It is not strange, therefore, that, when she ap- . peared in the ring, clothed, as was her invariable m custom when performing, all in white without a q touch of color, that every woman in the audience — “i = AG become her admirer and every man her lover. - = hi In spite of the fact that from a child she had © : A RRO eas Ce aS ater Oar Cog MeO ITIE HOOKS. i De hs His Se ae nea! a th em 3 ean HE PacA as cpio wae SANIT Roe eae PAI eM